In the twilight's gentle hush,
A Sufi wandered, heart aflush,
With joy and splendor in his soul,
He roamed the earth, his spirit whole.
One fateful eve, a vision grand,
The Sufi reached God's kingdom's land,
With open gates and golden light,
A realm of love, so pure and bright.
He whispered secrets to the breeze,
That rustled through celestial trees,
And with each word, a melody,
Eternity in harmony.
For in his heart, the Sufi knew,
That love alone could guide him through,
The winding path to God's embrace,
To find the light, and not to stray.
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